GoodbyeNess

GoodbyeNess

Writing this blog for my college composition class has been a big eye opener for me. I did not think I would enjoy writing this at all but it has been my favorite college assignment so far. You have learned about my hobbies, my family, my home, my community, and bits and pieces of who I am.

While I have enjoyed the blogging experience, I know that if it is not being assigned to me, it won’t get done. That being said, this will be my last blog post. I am wrapping up my second semester at Santa Fe College and wrapping this project up with it. Time to move on with my goals and dreams.

I appreciate all of the positive vibes, comments, and followers that I received with writing my blog posts. I really hope you enjoyed them. Some were better than others and some were sloppily put together the night before it was due. I guess this would be an appropriate time to say sorry for any jumbled nonsense or misspelled words that I may have mistakenly added in there…

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I’m only human.

From here on, I will continue my education and continue to do everything I can to make life for my kids awesome. They will always be my top priority no matter what. I may be doing the whole college thing for my own career but the support from my kids and boyfriend (who is basically my third kid) is what keeps me going. I am not looking back on the past. I am not going to dwell on my mistakes. Those mistakes can not be changed and I wouldn’t want to change them anyways. My past has shaped me into the mom, friend, girlfriend, sister, daughter, neighbor, and student I am today. I’d be crazy to want to change that!

So this is where we part ways. Once I hit my 350 word count, I am done. I am off to bigger things now (like final exams!) I wish you all the best and congrats to my fellow classmates who made it through this class. Thanks for reading!!  =)

Ness out.

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BusiNess

BusiNess

As you probably know from my previous blog posts, I take pride in being a mother. I have done so for almost eight years now. Staying so busy with two kiddos hasn’t left with too much time for a career. Over the past two years, since leaving a draining, greasy, underpaid employment at a Pizza Hut in my hometown, I have been a stay-at-home mom or as some would call, a home-maker.  Many people, including my boyfriend, believe that being a home-maker means sleeping in, eating bon-bons, watching the television, and painting my nails. This is not true in my case.

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I guess other moms get accused of eating bon-bons too.

Now that both of my kids are old enough to go to school, I go to school two days a week on top of two online classes. This means that I am home most of the time. I’m on my way to a “real” career.

Monday through Friday my day starts at 5:30 AM. I get up, make breakfast for the kids and coffee for myself. At the same time this is going on, I am prying children from their beds, getting them dressed, and brushing tangles from my daughters hair. We brush our teeth together after breakfast, scurry around trying to find matching shoes and always manage to make it outside with less than a minute before the bus arrives.

As soon as the kids get on the bus, I make another cup of coffee and either go to school myself, or I start a load of laundry and make the beds. If I am spending the morning at home, I wash the dishes from breakfast and clean the living room and kitchen. There are always a bunch of clothes and toys strewn about the floor. Once the floor is clear, I sweep, vacuum, and mop all of the dirt, leaves, and food off of it. THEN I GET INTO THE BON-BONS. 😉

Just kidding. There aren’t any bon-bons in my schedule. Honestly, I don’t even know what a “bon-bon” is….I think they are chocolates. Anyways, I will take a break once the house is clear and clean; when I can actually think. Usually this is when I eat breakfast (usually a peanut butter and banana smoothie or cereal) and I do a little homework. After homework, I go outside and water my plants, weed the gardens, fight off caterpillars, and clean the pool a bit. Then I finish the daily laundry load, fold it up, and put it all away. This usually leads me to refolding the kids clothes that they have messed up while trying to find school clothes that morning.

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Well that’s one way to do it!

Before I know it, the kids are back from school and it is time to help with homework. Then…BOOM. It is time to make dinner. I try to wash dishes as I go but I always end up with a sink full by the end of the night. We are fast eaters so it usually takes less than 15 minutes to eat a meal that took me two hours to prepare. After dinner, I send the kids outside to play because cleaning while kids are in the house is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreo’s. After I clean, it is shower time for the kids. At 8:15 we brush our teeth and the kids go to bed.

Once the kids are in bed, I usually relax with some sort of delicious, fruity, adult beverage. I open up my laptop and my books and I do more homework. I do homework until my eyes won’t let me anymore. Then I take a quick shower and sleep until the next morning, where it starts all over.

So this is my “career” for now. It is extremely repetitive but in no way is it easy…Eventually I will have a real career. For now, the hugs, kisses, and thanks I get from my minions make it all worth it.

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My picture: Riley and Hallie, my sunshine and my princess.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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5 Reasons Why Gardening is Cooler Than You Think

5 Reasons Why Gardening is Cooler Than You Think

One of my favorite hobbies is gardening. Many people who do not enjoy being outside  or have never tried growing anything believe that gardening is boring and that it takes too much time and effort to be considered cool. Those people believe that there are better ways to spend their time and that it is much easier to go to the grocery store or farmer’s market for produce. While grocery stores may be easier and I am all for supporting local farmers, picking a piece of fruit or a vegetable off of a shelf isn’t nearly as rewarding as gardening can be. People all over the world who have experienced gardening for themselves would agree on the fact that whether you are young, old, or in between, gardening can be beneficial to anyone and everyone.

 

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Only the coolest kids love gardening.

Gardening can improve happiness and health. It is amazing watching a seed grow into a plant and even more rewarding when those plants produce fruits, vegetables, and flowers.

There are many cool reasons why everyone should try growing a garden and I am going to introduce you to my top five.

 

  1. Supplying food…
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Fresh produce right from your yard is pretty cool.

Snack time? Go grab an apple off of a tree! I think it is so cool that a delicious, nutritious meal could be picked fresh from a garden and onto your dinner plate in minutes. Providing fresh fruits and vegetables (free of chemical fertilizers and pesticides) is the biggest reward when gardening. Fresh produce always tastes better and it supplies complete nutritional value for yourself and the people you love. Who doesn’t want that?

 

  1. Saving money…
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Growing your own vegetables can cut grocery bills way down! Uhmm…yes please!

Growing and harvesting your own produce can cut grocery bills drastically. Who doesn’t like saving money? Especially when the cost of living is going up and that includes the cost of food. Gardening materials can get pricey if you let them. I (along with many other gardeners) recycle where I can. I grow potatoes in old tires, make garden beds out of old cinder blocks, grow tomatoes in 2-liter bottles, grow green beans on old fences, make my own compost, and use rainwater to water my plants. Like I said, it doesn’t have to be expensive to have an awesome garden full of the freshest fruits and veggies!

 

  1. Benefiting health…
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There are many health benefits from doing something fun!

Fresh produce provides excellent nutrition for the human body and gardening can be a huge stress reliever as well as good physical activity. Gardening provides mental and physical health benefits that everyone should take advantage of. So unlike many people think, gardening is not a waste of time because gardening can be a sort of meditation, physical exercise, and you get the health benefits of eating all of the delicious fruits and vegetables. TRIPLE COOL.

 

  1. Releasing creativity…
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How cool is this little fairy garden?

Landscaping can be fun whether you are organizing 10 vegetable garden beds, making a cool bean tunnel or just planting a few flowers by the mailbox. Who doesn’t want a pretty yard? There are so many cool ideas for people of any gender or age. I personally love Pinterest for my garden ideas. There are plenty of tips on how to garden, what to garden, and when to garden. There are always new creative ideas being posted on the website by the gardening community. Go check out the coolness. You won’t be disappointed.

 

  1. Building skill…
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A huge garden can yield large amounts of delicious fruits and vegetables.

In case of unexpected financial problems or zombie apocalypses, knowing how to grow and harvest food could really help you and your loved ones survive and perhaps even thrive. Even if you only know how to grow tomatoes and cucumbers…you’ve got to start somewhere. Gardening can be tricky at times but it definitely gets easier overtime. I started gardening in 3 paint buckets on my apartment balcony years ago. I had no idea what I was doing but I ended up with too many peppers, tomatoes, and cucumbers. I’d say it was a successful harvest. Only because I didn’t give up!

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Stay cool, get dirty.

 

Everyone should try planting a garden at some point in their lives. If they fail, they should interpret their losses as lessons learned and try again. I thought gardening was a waste of time before I planted my first seed. I have come to the realization that gardening is a very cool hobby with excellent benefits for everyone!

 

A few seeds, dirt, water and sun….If you can find those things, get outside and grow a garden!

SuccessfulNess

SuccessfulNess

As a child, I had many dreams and ideas of what I would be when I “grew up”. The first dream occupation was when I was five or six and I wanted nothing more than to be a teacher. I looked up to my preschool and kindergarten teachers and I thought it was so cool that they got to pick which crafts we would do, when nap time was, and everyone listened to them. My teachers were so cool to me. My siblings and I used to play school all the time. We would fight over who got to be the teacher (which consisted of making scribbled worksheets, grading those papers, and putting the “students” in time out if they did not raise their hand. That career path changed when I got my first dog.

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Every dog I “fixed” will walk out like ^.

I would be a veterinarian instead. THAT was my goal in life. My seven year-old self spent a lot of time imagining how I could fix all of the sick and broken animals. I figured I would spend most of my time as an adult snuggling puppies and brushing horses. I wanted every person and animal to walk out of my animal clinic with smiles on their faces. This idea changed once I learned how to operate the stove-top.

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This is a picture of some “pooping bunny pancakes” that I made with my kids on Easter. We tried. 😉

Pancakes. That was the first thing I ever cooked. I was about ten and I could barely see the top of the stove. Because of my height, I stood on a chair as my mother taught me how to mix, pour, flip, and butter the pancakes. I didn’t have an apron so I put on an old tee shirt and used a belt to secure a plastic bag around my belly. It was apron enough for me and I felt like I could do anything with my spatula and my stick of butter. Every weekend I would make pancakes for my family. I even made silly little menus for everyone in my family a few times. I remember them having six items: pancakes, cereal, oatmeal, milk, water, and juice. I would write “made with love” under every item. I absolutely loved it and I knew that one day I would be “Chef Nessa”. I spent a couple years after that learning new recipes and helping my mom with things like fetching, measuring, peeling, slicing, and cleaning. Then in my teenage years I picked up (and appreciated) the responsibility of cooking dinner four nights a week. My mom would always decide what I was making and I didn’t care. It wasn’t about the food, really. It was about the people who I was making it for. Everything was made with love.

 

My dreams of having a career seemed so far out of reach once I got closer to adulthood. I got pregnant with my son at the beginning of my senior year of high school and dropped out. I needed to work more than I was and the only way to do that was to get my GED and face the fact that I would be a Pizza Hut employee for the rest of my life. So I spent seven years (on top of the two previous years I’d already worked) making pizzas, 6-7 nights a week. As those years flew by I would think occasionally about having a real profession but I would always stop myself to face the truth: I was meant to be a pizza-slinging mom for the rest of my days.

A divorce in 2014, pushed me away from my hometown, where everything that was holding me back stayed. I came to a quick realization that I can do better for myself and my children. With awesome support from my minions, my boyfriend, and friends back at home, I am trying to find a career for myself by going to college. I am leading towards Radiography or something in the medical field. Time will tell. Dreams do change a lot over time but I can officially say that I am on my way!

 

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SimpleNess

SimpleNess

Throughout my young childhood, my family moved to a new town every few years. It was always either Massachusetts, where most of my father’s family lived, or Florida, where most of my mother’s side lived. It was always back and forth between those states and it was always a different town. All of the towns I have ever lived in have had one thing in common: they were all small. As a little girl, I would dream of moving to a big city as an adult. I would be away from the dirt, bugs, and most importantly, I would have things to do.

Although I was born in Massachusetts and spent the first three years of my life up there, The first place I remember living in was a mobile home in some random, small, dirt road, town in North Florida. This was way back in 1994, when I was about four years old…So I don’t remember much at all. What I do remember about that place is my sisters scaring me with lizards and beetles. I also remember the tire swing that my hair got so tangled up in that my mom had to chop most of my curly blonde locks off. That is the extent of my four year old memory.

We moved to a different small, dusty, Florida town in ’96 when I was starting kindergarten and we stayed there until the summer after first grade. I remember a field behind the house that I would fly kites in with all of my siblings. I remember making club houses out of old pieces of lattice and plywood and not letting the boys come in. I remember learning to ride a bike there and I remember falling off of that bike a lot. I remember my sister bungee jumping out of a small tree with a jump rope and I remember the neighbor kid poisoning my dog.

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A dirty Florida road

We moved to Massachusetts in the Summer of 97′ and while the town was not wooded and packed with dirt roads, it was still a very small town. It was named Whitensville and I loved it. There was an ice cream truck that came by every day to taunt us with popsicles and ice cream sandwiches. I remember walking to school and home from school, sometimes taking the long way to stop by the candy store for a small paper bag full of Pixie Sticks and Swedish Fish. I remember putting on a Spice Girls concert with my sisters and some of our friends. The neighborhood kids (and even some parents) came out to watch us. I remember sitting in my front yard, trading Pokemon cards with friends and selling apples that we picked from an orchard down the road. I made it through fourth grade in Whitensville and then it was time to part ways with some of the coolest kids I ever met.

 

We moved back to Florida after that, to the same town my grandparents lived in, called Crawfordville. We would have kept moving around if my grandparents didn’t let my parents take over payments on their house. I had to make new friends and get used to the dirt, bugs, lizards, and dirt roads again. I was fortunate enough to stay in the same town through my middle and high school days. Through that time, I would tell myself and everyone around me that once I graduated, I would be a free bird and that I would fly to the city, where no one would know who I am and where I would never run out of things to do.

As the years went on after high school, I ended up staying in Crawfordville. I started raising my kids there and I finally started to like living in a small town. I started enjoying the same friendly faces and the peaceful nights. I noticed the beauty of the dusty, dirt roads. I noticed that I enjoyed not hearing the highway right beside my house. I started liking the woods and the privacy that being in a small town in the woods provided me. After longing for the city life for 23 years, I came to the realization that small towns are for me.

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A piece of Wakulla County (where I grew up).

When I was 24, my kids and I moved to an even smaller town, just two hours from Crawfordville.

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A piece of our property. (My picture)

I’ll try not to move the kids around too much. So far they seem to be loving the dirt, the dusty roads, the lizards, the lightning bugs, and the bonfires.

Maybe they are better off in a small town…

and maybe I am just like my mother.

 

(WC:789)

 

CountryNess

CountryNess

I have a hard time relating to people in my community. My boyfriend, two kids, and I moved to a place called “Old Town” about 6 months ago. When you think of a place named “Old Town”, you probably picture a little town with one traffic light, a small grocery store, two gas stations, and a couple mechanic shops and three bars. Well, that is exactly the Old Town that we live in. Everyone drives a truck here. Everyone hunts. Everyone fishes. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone lives in a trailer. Everyone has a pitbull. Everyone has a confederate flag posted on their truck or by their mailbox. This place is the stereotypical redneck hometown. 

When we first moved here, we noticed how friendly everyone was. People would drive past our home (always riding lawnmowers, tractors, trucks, four-wheelers, or homemade go-carts) and they would always honk, smile, and wave at us. We loved the friendliness. After a couple of weeks people would stop in if we were outside and introduce themselves. Something every neighbor of mine also introduced was neighborhood drama. They all told me who to stay away from. They all told me stories of how so-and-so did this or how so-and-so said that. I decided after a few visits to stay completely out of all of it and mind my own business. Things are quiet down my dusty, dirt road but that’s how I prefer it.

Google tells me that the population of Old Town was right under 10,000 in 2014. I honestly don’t know where those people are hiding. I feel like I see the same people every time I go to the store or the ball field with the kids. They just finished up a season of soccer at the recreational park and they are starting their baseball season this week. Sports are a big part of this community. I guess it keeps people busy around here. There isn’t much else to do in Dixie County.

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My soccer players

I hate the city. I also hate the extreme country living like I’m doing now…On a positive note, I can shoot guns in my backyard, have huge bonfires, and stargaze at home. On a more positive note, this redneck lifestyle is only temporary. 

 

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FunnyNess

FunnyNess

If I am one thing in this world, I am lucky. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t ever win stuff or find money randomly on the ground. I am a different kind of lucky. I have two amazing kids that make me feel better than any money ever could. They are what keeps me motivated in life by bringing me happiness.

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Riley and Hallie (my picture)

Most would agree that kids can be pretty hilarious. My daughter, Hallie, is at the funny age of four right now and she really knows how to entertain me with her words. Just the other day she told me she wanted to go to Beall’s (a clothing store) for her birthday to eat tacos. She got  it confused with Taco Bell and I got a big laugh out of it. She calls her dad’s physical therapy, “secret therapy”, mail is called “nail”, and pretzels are “princels”. Recently I explained to both of my kids that it was only okay to say “dam” when speaking of a beaver’s dam. The next day, my daughter said something along the lines of  “beaver shit is in the water.”

Dam…the beaver kind…

While it is NOT funny to hear kids cussing, I had turn around and pretend like I wasn’t laughing at her little innocent face saying “beaver shit” and meaning to say “beaver dams.”

Can’t be mad…

Pretty dang hilarious.

When my son, Riley, was about her age, I told him he could say “dang” and that “damn” was a bad word. He did not take this lightly. ‘Damage’ turned to “dangage” and since he pronounced ‘vampire’ as “dampire”, that word turned into “dangpire”. I just rolled with it. As a parent, you have to let some things slide…you know, for fun.

Now that Riley is seven, his vocabulary has grown so much that he knows when things are or aren’t words. Not much fun but the little smarty-pants makes me proud every single day. Not to brag but he’s the only seven year old I know who can spell ’emancipation proclamation’, tell you how evaporation works, explain taxes, and has pi memorized. Not just 3.14…He says it proudly, “3.1415926535!!” It amazes me how fast a kid can grow and even more so how fast they learn.

 

(WC: 382)

 

 

LovingNess

Family is a big part of who I am. It always has been. With so many brothers and sisters, you kind of have to be a family oriented person. Through the 26 years (exactly actually…It’s my birthday!) that I have been alive, I have acquired two older sisters, three younger sisters, and two younger brothers. Like I said, I have to be family oriented.

I LOVE FAMILY. We were pretty much like The Brady Bunch.

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The first 5 kids. I am the chubby-cheeked blonde kid in the back. (My picture)

My family consists of Mom, Dad, Megan (30), Lindsey (27), myself (26), Matthew (24), Stephanie (22), Jesse (18), Gabrielle (11), and Lilyana (5). I usually feel like I am forgetting one or two…and I still have no clue how I manage remembering so many birthdays! I moved out of the house in 2007 when my little sister, Gabrielle was about two years old. That being said, I didn’t necessarily “grow-up” with Gabby and Lily. Lily is actually 2 years younger than my son and 6 months older than my daughter. Needless to say, She is more of a cousin to them than an aunt.

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(Left to right) My sister, Lily. My son, Riley. My daughter, Hallie. My sister, Gabby. (My picture.)

Out of the oldest 5 of us, we now have seven children (and one on the way!) My mom is the mom of a 5 year old and the grandma of a 9 year old. Weird, isn’t it? It’s a bit confusing sometimes. I hope that our kids will be as close as we were to our cousins when we were children.

Now that I have my own kids, I am even more family oriented. I have had an image of what I wanted my family to be like since I was a little girl. I wanted one boy and one girl and that’s what I got. I learned from my parents that two was enough. It certainly is. My son is seven and his name is Riley. He is so smart and creative but, mostly, he is sweet. I hope that he stays this way for a long time. He is always willing to help me with anything and he has great manners. I am raising a true gentleman. My daughter, Hallie, is four years old and has a huge personality. She is so entertaining with her singing, dancing and even just her everyday manner. She is always so dramatic with everything she does. Hallie is a girly-girl…no doubt about it. If her clothes don’t match, she “has to” change. I didn’t know a four year old could care about that stuff. My two minions are my life. They are what keeps me going.

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The coolest kids I know. My kids, Riley and Hallie. (My picture)

Family can be overwhelming at times but it has made me who I am today. I am glad I had the opportunity to have my mom, dad, grandparents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and (most of all) my own kids in my life. Although Christmas and birthdays can be tough, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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The sisters: (Left to right) Gabby, myself, Stephanie, Lindsey, Megan and (up front) Lily.

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CreativeNess

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St. Marks River, FL. (my photograph)

As a child, I would volunteer to take pictures at our family’s gatherings and outings. I would use my mom’s disposable cameras or her 35mm camera she got  in the late ’90s. (I was about eight at the time.) If I caught her at the right time on an ordinary day, she’d let me go take 5 pictures of whatever I wanted. I remember being so indecisive about what I wanted to photograph. I would take pictures of whatever made me feel happy at that moment. Sometimes it was the sky. Sometimes it was my dog. Sometimes it was my brothers and sisters. Occasionally I would even sneak up and get a picture of my mother (usually covering her face). My pictures were not good. Half of the time, there was a finger half-covering the lens. I did not care back then though. I just loved to point the camera and shoot it. I wanted nothing more than a camera of my own.

I got my wish when I was twelve years-old. My first camera was a Polaroid OneStep 600 Express. I got so much excitement over the photos printing right after I would capture it. No more waiting on film development to view my art. 

As the years went on, I had many other cameras. They were all digital and took horrible quality pictures. Even in 2006, the camera on my first cell phone (a magenta Motorola Razr) was not even worth using. Over the past 10 years technology has impressed me beyond any expectations I had of future cameras. Every time I get a new camera or phone, I am amazed at how advanced the settings and quality has become.

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Otter Springs, FL. (my photograph)

I still take pictures all the time. Usually the subject is people or nature. I love taking pictures of my kids, nieces, nephews, brothers, and sisters every year to see how they all change. It’s not just about documenting change though. It is also about cherishing memories and the beauty all around us.

I know that every sunset and sunrise is unique. I also know that every natural setting is an opportunity to take a great photo. As a child and teenager, I dreamt of being a professional photographer. Now as a 25 year-old college student, I know that dreams and goals fade and change as we age.

As much as I love taking pictures of anything and everything, it is only a hobby. Some days I take 300 pictures. Some days I don’t take any (or maybe just one that pertains to a Facebook post I’m making.) It’s not that I don’t love photography. It’s that I have many days where I don’t feel creative at all. Sometimes it is hard to find inspiration and other days my head is full of things that I NEED to take a ton of pictures of. Photography will always be something I love to do and my pictures are something that I can hold on to for life.

Below is a slideshow of some of my photos. Most of them are of my own kids because they are my favorite thing to photograph. =) Enjoy!

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LaziNess

The first show that I remember watching was about a four-year-old who was basically living in his imagination. It was called Bobby’s World and I remember the crazy intro so vividly of him cruising around on his tricycle. I had a tricycle like that and I too, would pretend that I was driving through space or the ocean just like he did in that intro. It was my favorite show as a little girl. Probably because I related so well to Bobby. I must have been about the same age as him.

Bobby’s World – Intro

Once I got a little older, I watched other shows like Arthur, Pepper Ann, and The Magic School Bus. These shows were great. They taught kids moral and scientific lessons. These are the kinds of shows that I approve of for my own kids in this day and age. I had 2 older siblings (along with 5 younger) so I ended up watching the shows like Ren and Stimpy and Pinky and the Brain. These shows are proof that not all cartoons are intended for children, but more for grown-ups who will not grow-up.

Through the mid-late 90’s, Saturday morning was something I would look forward to all week. My mom would make a delicious breakfast and we would lay around from the time we woke up until noon, watching cartoons like Pokemon, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Gargoyles just to name a few. Between dinner and bedtime my mom would put on a show for us to watch, usually something like Rugrats, Hey Arnold, Rocko’s Modern Life, or Doug. Needless to say, we watched a lot of cartoons in the 90’s.

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Reggie from Rocket Power

I turned ten in 2000. It was that year that Rocket Power became my favorite. It was about four kids (about my age) in Hawaii who excelled at every sport you could imagine. I wanted to be Reggie. She was Otto’s big sister, had purple hair, and could surf and skateboard. What 10 year old girl doesn’t want purple hair? I also watched Dexter’s Laboratory and Powerpuff Girls every day after school. Television was my life for a couple of years.

Once I hit middle school my focus changed from T.V. to friends. I’d watch the occasional Andy Griffith episode with my dad or Lifetime movie with my mom. For the most part T.V. seemed like such a waste of time when I could be hanging out with my friends. I don’t even remember what kept us entertained for so long outside but I know that we were only inside watching the tube when it was raining.

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The Andy Griffith Show

We got the internet in my home once I hit high school. Myspace was the new thing but I couldn’t use it on my old Motorola Razor without paying for slow, crappy internet. Television stayed on the back burner and I only watched Top Chef and Project Runway once a week. That is when reality T.V. became popular. Of course there was still the occasional sad Lifetime movie or Andy Griffith episode with my parents but mostly I was staying busy with friends, boyfriends, school and work.

In 2008, I had my son and it was all Blue’s Clues and Little Einsteins for a while. Then I discovered many amazing shows that I fell in love with. Grey’s Anatomy, Dexter, Breaking Bad, Weeds, Family Guy, The Simpsons, and Parenthood were (and still are) some of my favorites. I recommend all of these shows to anyone.

Recently, Nickelodeon did something that I am still excited about. They are re-airing episodes from the 90’s on Splat (a program starting after 10:00 pm, every night, on Teen Nick). I can’t get enough of the pure nostalgia. The cartoons I grew up with are certainly better than the crap that airs today. My kids even prefer the “old cartoons from the 1900’s” to the new ones.

Splat shows and schedule

While it used to seem like a waste of time, it has become a favorite activity of mine. I love being able to escape life for 30 minutes or an hour and just relax. Television has helped me through many boring, rainy days and I don’t see my love for it fading anytime soon.

 

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